Robbie got up, reluctantly making his way towards the hatch of his lair. Of course his peace didn't last long. It never does. He probably jinxed it or something. Her opened the door and

Oof!

In a blur of blue and purple, both men fell to the ground, lips locked. For a moment, time stood still. Robbie's eyes remained wide, and unblinking, trying to process what was happening. And then, for just a second, he let the kiss consume him. For a second, everything seemed right with the world. No scheme needed to be hatched, no rescue had to be performed. All that mattered was this moment, and the people in it. For a second, the pair remained on the floor of the cold lair, thinking of nothing but each other, and blocking out the world.

After the moment had passed, Robbie caught himself, opened his eyes, and shoved the blue elf off of him, exclaiming "What do you think you're doing?!"

Sportacus, who had acted on impulse, took a moment to think, and finally, admitting defeat, said, "I.. don't really know…"

"Well then could you do it somewhere else? Some of us are trying to work!"

"I'm.. I'm sorry, Robbie. Have a good day." Sportacus's face fell a little, and after taking one last glance at the villain, he made his way back up to the town.

Robbie, on the other hand, picked up the slightly oversized spanner he had been holding, and went back to working on his latest scheme. Who did that Sportaflop think he was, attacking him in his own home like that? And what on earth was that all about? He just knocks on his door and plants one on him as if that was his way of saying hello!

The rest of the day thankfully went without another incident, and Robbie was able to put the finishing touches on his machine before the sun set. However, his encounter with Sportacus still lingered on his mind. Not because he enjoyed it or anything, that would just be absurd. Settling into bed, Robbie tried to ignore all of the thoughts bouncing around him, but just like the night before, that strange feeling in his stomach kept him awake, stronger now than ever. Come to think of it, this feeling popped up during that kiss. In fact that was when it was at its strongest! Robbie tossed and turned as he began to wonder, could this feeling and Sportacus be linked?

Sportacus lay in bed, once again deprived of sleep by his own feelings. Instead of the weird feeling, however, it was shame and embarrassment that kept him awake this time. He still couldn't believe what he had done. Without even thinking, he had ran across town from the library, and kissed Robbie with no warning. It was strange. Usually he thought about every move he made, either to avoid injury or to work out how to save someone else, but this time he only had one thought in his head.

He loved Robbie.

He, Sportacus, hero number 10, had fallen in love with the one person who hated him. And the second he found out he had ran off, and because of it Robbie probably hated him even more. Besides, he didn't even know what he wanted. Sportacus knew nothing about love, so any thoughts about a relationship with Robbie, or with anyone, were strange and blurry. How would he even go about it?

'Hi Robbie, I know you hate everything about me, and your entire lifestyle goes against everything I live for, but hey, wanna go on a date?' Sportacus shook his head. This was stupid. He would simply have to talk to someone in the morning.

"I feel like I'm going round in circles" He thought to himself, before finally turning over and letting himself fall asleep.

The next morning, Robbie woke up with a new sense of purpose. His plan was finally ready, which meant that today would be Lazytown's day of reckoning. It was truly his greatest idea yet, which in his mind meant his victory was destined to happen, and a new wave of laziness was about to occur.

It was eight o'clock, his earliest voluntary rise, but soon it would all be worth it. Robbie walked over to his wardrobe, picked out his finest two piece suit, in the finest maroons and purple, and proceeded to slick his dark hair back in it's trademark shape.

Skipping over to his fridge, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. A small flash of blue, the kind of blue he doesn't allow anywhere near his home. Most of the time…

Turning towards it, Robbie realised the culprit was none other than Sportacus' hat. Everything happened in such a blur yesterday, he must have dropped it and not noticed. Robbie picked the hat up, and stood there looking at it, turning it over in his hands as he did so. It was softer than it looked, and dirtier too, given who it's owner was. Although, Robbie thought with a smile, it had also spent the night on his floor, after likely being forced off Sportacus's head during that tackle. Thinking of the moment brought a chuckle to Robbie's lips, and made the mysterious feeling in his stomach rise up again, but this time with more of a flutter to it.

"Wait, what am I doing?!" Robbie almost screamed, snapping himself out of his trance. He threw the hat to the ground, stomped on it twice, and went back to work. "If this is going to work, that blue imp needs to be out of sight, out of mind, and out of this town"

It was an ordinary day in Lazytown. The sun was shining, birds that nobody saw were singing, and all was still. The children had taken to playing football for the day, kicking the ball around their makeshift pitch. Sportacus too had joined in the fun, deciding to wait until he saw Robbie again to do anything about their situation. He'd invaded his privacy enough, after all.

The game arrived at half time, and all players sat down for a piece of Sportscandy. Just as they were about to take their first bite, loud, mechanical booms and crashes came from around the corner. Turning around, they saw it. Robbie's master plan...